Trimmers came and wrangled her tree with yellow rope. Steel hooks jabbed in its bark, thick branches pulled off, others sawed. Her sweet dogwood slimmed, barely-limbed to give fine shade or fetch nesting birds. The girl wept. It used to shield her view from brillant glare and that lane of houses built too close. No space for parking. Their doors always shut--- keeping warmth in while hosting the vague identity of shadows. ___________________________________________ The photo is by New Paltz artist, G. Steve Jordan and is called simpy "Untitled".